The Ranger wrote:
> There I was on my way into Wal-Mart's parking lot... Getting
> into a fight was the farthest thing from my mind. It wasn't
> even a blip on the horizon... I was in a great mood, too,
> thinking about where I was going to hit lunch after my
> purchase... When...
>
> Three cars quick-stop. Not me; I rear-end the car in front of
> me hard enough to push him into the next crinkling his
> aluminum-and-fiberglass Minicooper.
>
> So there we are alongside the road and slowly the driver gets
> out of the car -- and you know how you just-get-sooo-stressed
> and life-stuff seems to get funny?
>
> Yeah, well, I couldn't *believe* it! He was a DWARF! He looks
> over his car and then storms over to me in my car. Since I was
> already out, he glares up at me and says, 'I AM NOT HAPPY!'
>
> So, I look down at him and ask, "Well, which one are you then?"
>
> ... And that's when the fight started.
>
> ObFood: Knuckle sandwich
>
> The Ranger
>
>
You've got to be careful fighting dwarves, they tend to hit normal sized
people below the belt.